February 26, 2011

Spring Breezes Blow

Forsythia Wreath


 Across the fields, the blade is shooting
Robins sing and clover's blooming
Can only mean one thing,  it seems
That Winter's chill has taken wing

And on the rise of this longed morrow
Warm breezes blow, soon Spring will follow
Blessed Spring in all it's glory
A gift from God, that ends my story.



    I hope you enjoy the Spring poem I've written, but more than that, I hope you enjoy this beautiful Spring weather that God is giving us.  Many Blessings.

1 comment:

  1. Absolutely beautiful and perfect!
    Thanks for sharing from your heart to encourage us!